Hugo’s little secret.pdf !
or Vivien Hugo writing fanfic about his crush!
tags: gn reader, fluff, whipped Hugo, mutual pining, idiots in love, reader and Hugo are both undercover freaks, yearning, reaaaally awkward and cringe, suggestive at the end! not proofread
Author's notes: wanted to write for toooooo long guys I'm drooling over this man. gulp... we love nerd Hugo. If u like this fic you're def gonna like the next one I wrote🤭
“It’s a script of our destinies. I’m just writing what we’re meant to be.”
Hugo’s eyes were burning, already reddish from staring on the bright screen of his laptop; back was hunched in such a concerning curve; knuckles cracking for the nth time in the evening.
And now his gaze pierced holes in the document, thinking how to go from one scene to another.
“I’m stuck,” he admitted in defeat before slumping on the couch.
“You should take a break,” Loki looked at his friend with concern, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, or you’ll get the ao3 curse!” Charles chimed in with a giggle.
“I won’t post it on ao3–– wait, how do you know about ao3?!”
It was supposed to be a chill evening, hanging out at Vivien’s, had it not been Vivien himself turning everyone in his business (they should've known better than interrogate him in the first place).
He was... an interesting case. Being able to go on long rants about his “one and only” but refusing to do straight action, he made sure to annoy his friends enough. How could one be so straightforward about someone’s fate, yet fear to follow own?
But he was so brave in his writing...
Hugo was rushing through busy streets of Paris; hurried steps clicked against the pavement. Just another day, that seemed to prepare nothing for him. He simply basked in the beauty of this world: fresh air, rustling leaves, people that made this view so bright. Albeit he was in a hurry––how could one not be at least a bit distracted by this harmony? This absentminded atmosphere had to stop once he met a force making him stumble.
He stumbled across y/n, who was unfortunately swept off their feet, landing on the ground and scattering their pile of stuff.
“Pardon,” Vivien muttered before crouching to help them. Their hands accidentally touched which made him lift his gaze, now mesmerised by their beauty. Golden rays of sunlight cascaded an elegant shadow on their skin. Glint in the eyes tantalizing him. The same clumsy rush in their movements. Oh, they were so lovely.
“You read too much shojo manga,” Loki said and was met with glare. “By the way, did you gift y/n these matching keychains we got you from Japan?”
“I don’t think they even know what fanfiction is,” Hugo confessed almost shyly.
“Are they basic?” Charles gasped histrionically.
The rest of the evening was spent unsuccessfully stalking your social media to find at least something remotely tied to fandoms.
Love’s a strange thing. One could stay in his room, totally lovestruck and inspired, savouring the fruits of sympathy that seemed like had no bounds. Another could go insane while sharing the same feelings.
“Hugo surely hates me!” you fell face down on the bed with a loud thud, burying your face in the pillow with exasperated groan.
Your friend choked on their drink.
“W-what made you think like that?!”
“He barely pays attention to me! Like, he’s constantly in his books or that damn laptop! And when he finally spares me a glance, he looks like–– I can’t explain it! You just must be there! Like I didn’t even do anything for him to start beating this keyboard!!!”
Your friend patted your back sympathetically, desperately trying to come up with something and stifling a giggle.
“You don’t get it.” You got sour. “We don’t even fit each other... he looks so fancy, serious, and smart, and I’m just...” you glanced at the opened ao3 page on your computer before blurting out, “you know.”
Vivien’s main curse as a writer was miscommunication trope.
The sea shore mirthful as e’er flicked and changed its shape under the playful flow of waves rushing and pulling away, so inconsistent in its nature. Y/n stood out of the horizon as a lone pawn of destiny, only the strands of their hair weaved in the breeze. What were they supposed to do? Where would this road lead them?
Hugo was almost kicking his feet under the desk, the image of you made him feel all giddy inside, like you were here with him. Though, you lingered near him, chatting with his teammates, which made him steal some glances from time to time, sighing melancholically. Yeah, he promised to actually make a move, but—
You looked back at him! What should he do?!
He immediately closed the cursed tab, made his trademark nonchalant expression even if all his thoughts squealed.
You glanced at his monitor and immediately turned away, before long you excused yourself and went away.
“Strange...” Vivien came back to the matter of the heart only to see the bright text on the search page.
How to deal with stab wounds
His research for shuake fic…
Needless to say, you almost shat your pants.
“If there’s a screen, ao3 will be seen.”
“Hugo, for the love of God, don’t encourage this behaviour”
A self-ordering kiosk in the crowded cafe was now showing a randomly opened fanfic, all thanks to Chevalier’s restless hands (as long as he promised to change it back). It was so unserious, even Loki couldn't stay serious and scold him (which is why he decided to go to the employee and order like a normal person).
So, these two stayed alone.
“Look, Hugo, it’s one of your fics!” Charles tapped at the name of the work, glanced behind and blurted out, “Y/n is coming!!”
“Where??” Vivien turned back and noticed your silhouette emerging at the entrance. “Charles–– wait”
Yet Charles disappeared out of the vicinity of the kiosk. The same kiosk you seemed to approach.
Hugo looked around in panic––there was a free kiosk in the right! He swiftly stepped aside, put a serious facade, and acted like nothing happened.
You walked over to the kiosk completely oblivious before you realised that there wasn’t familiar menu.
“I didn’t know it was updated,” you muttered to yourself about the updated menu chapter index! Though, you had to take an order, so you skimmed over the other free terminals... and there all were busy, including the one in the right. “Oh, hi, Hugo”
“Y/n,” he greeted you, and then had the nerve to use his acting skills and ask in such sincere confusion at the sight he was impartially guilty of, “do you need help?”
Help with fanfiction or order, you wanted to ask but prevented yourself from making such a joke because you believed his act––what would he think of you if he found out you’re into this? So, you wore the same mask of bewilderment and said,
“My terminal is malfunctioning...” you turned to the kiosk and mumbled “to yourself” something like, “What is this...” while hiding the fact that you were eagerly rereading the updatedtags.
So, as a proper gentleman, Hugo stepped in.
Right behind you, dangerously close, almost breathing in your neck, enveloping you in his warmth as he reached for the screen; though, what was really malfunctioning was your hammeringheart.
You’d love to pretend a little longer, pretend that you weren't interested in this, pretend that it's okay to stand that close, roleplay this quiet love.
Oh, how Vivien wanted to…
Lean on the terminal in front of him, slide another arm around their waist till there's no inch of not feeling each other, of not drowning in each other. Don’t resist this urge to nuzzle in their hair, inhaling guiding odour like memorising it. Startle and fluster––do everything but let them be his. And then have the nerve to, if not devour the ear shell in such sensual proximity, whisper teasingly, “Up to a little reading session, mon chou?”
But he wasn't suave enough. Plus, he was in public.
In fact, his fingers, now sweaty and clumsy, accidentally slipped.
1-20 of 284,714 Works in Mutual Pining. How ironic.
Mistake was felt like it electrocuted him.
Hugo grew to abhor himself in record time.
And your shy lack of commentary didn’t help much, in fact, it made him antsy and certain that you were “the normal one.”
To be fair, you didn't even want to question if he knew what he was doing. As long as it lasted.
As long as he acted so confident about something he didn’t even give a clue.
“The case is much harder than I thought.” He bluntly gave up under his smart facade. “Let's just call staff”
Why did he step in then??? Not that you didn’t like that––
You reluctantly parted, trying to shake off the dusty fluster of your faces but keeping zoning out to replay whatever happened in your heads, until employee’s irritated voice returned you back to reality.
“You think it's very funny to do for the nth time?”
Now it was embarrassing to stay in the cafe (and in each other’s presence, too, thinking, “I’m too weird for them!”)
You lost all hope. This whole crush thing didn't progress even a little, to be honest, Hugo only distanced himself from you. Not that you resisted this: moreover, you understood all the “signs” and tried not to bother him.
Though, you couldn't try and not visit his practice under the excuse of meeting his teammates. Maybe it wasn't that bad, was it?
It couldn't have been worse!
Not only Vivien’s performance was worse than ever (due to his distraction sitting nearby and overruling his mind), when it ended and you were chatting with Julien, he could’ve only curtly greet you and hurry to the locker room.
Loki sighed at the sight of you watching his disappearing back (oblivious of his ears turning the same colour as his hair and of this mutual belief that you didn't like him), expression funny,akin to sad puppy’s, yet still disappointing. He had to do something.
The thought that only reinforced once he noticed his friend staring in his wallet with a mournful look.
“Are you widowed?” Chevalier peeked over Hugo’s shoulder
Your photo. In his wallet.
Loki switched his gaze from the wallet to his friend sighing.
“Shhh… don't mind him he's a soldier who misses his wife.”
So now you weren't at the stands, or anywhere near the pitch, “doing work” on your laptop because ao3 was down for maintenance. And ignoring annoying messages.
Charles: [sent 1 file] dont be sad
You: im not in the mood for your pranks rn
Curiosity took over you, and you clicked on the file attachment.
You: charles dont ignore me now
Anything was better than doing your work right now. Especially distracting yourself from your failure of a crush. And to be fair, you wouldn't find Chevalier’s work… so good?
Yes, it was unnecessarily dramatic at times and stupidly romantic. But it was so sincere, you doubted it was really written by him.
Especially when you got to the…
“Don’t you sense this, too? How everything in our life is put in order, so harmonic and beautiful. Birds are chirping and flying, blessing our ears; flowers bloom and wither; stars and other space objects follow their destined orbit, adorning our sky. Everything that follows such beauty forms our world.” Hugo reached out to hold their hands with reverence, “And I’ll be a fool if I don’t try and follow this flimsy but vivid feeling from above and from my ever-beating heart. I love you, and if I’m not fated to have your love, at least you’re fated and allowed to get every bit of me till there’s nothing left from the prodigy you’ve known.”
“I wish he loved me like that,” you almost sniffled.
As silly as it sounded, you were fully engrossed in reading this gem (to the point where you completely lost the flow of time) until you felt scorching breath on your neck, heavy hand on your shoulder, and notorious voice.
Your heart hammered like crazy, cheeks started to heat up with shame. You slowly turned your head and unfortunately, your suspicions came true.
It was Vivien. With no sense of privacy.
You leapt out of the seat to face him and hide the embarrassingly bright monitor behind your back. However, maybe it wasn’t the best decision as you were practically trapped between Hugo and the table.
“I’m s-sorry! I-I swear it’s not mine!!” you started desperately apologising and excusing yourself, already making peace with the fact that you were doomed.
But he stayed unfazed. Not a muscle twitched, let alone his gaze didn’t yield nor looked away, which not only intensified your excuses and made you feel all tingly. Because he knew it wasn’tyou. But how could he admit that it was his?! So, he decided to do the safest choice.
“And who else could write that if not you?”
To be fair, there was something cute in the way you got nervous and flustered, all from his actions alone. It only spurred the urge to grab your cheeks, kiss you senseless––
“Charles! H-he sent me this!” your trembling figure attempted to turn around and reach for the mouse behind you before you were impeded: Hugo put his palms on the desk behind you, “accidentally” sliding his arms along the sides of your waist. Simply put, he successfully seized you.
It was kind of hot––you mean, how could he?! Your dignity and this whole crush thing were on stake!
“Charles? Have you seen the way he does his English homework?” He didn't relent.
In fact, he leaned dangerously closer, not twitching a muscle on his face, as if on purpose.
“He probably used chatgpt or something!” you blurted out, knees about to give up from this proximity. It was so humiliating. “I beg you, Vivien, please, believe me...”
You made peace with everything: he was about to laugh in your face, tell his teammates about it, or in the best case, find you weird and never talk again. But still, it hurt to realise that. Stupid Charles...
“But only if you answer me honestly,” he made a dramatic pause to keep you antsy and let the words set in. “Did you really like reading this?”
There was no point in lying (not that you could), now that you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. He could already figure it out.
“Y-yes... I mean, it’s w-well written and––”
“Good.” He interrupted you, sliding his hand over yours gripping the table. “Because I wrote it.”
You were silent, trying to find an ounce of joke in his words. But when you found none... the truth settled in. Your crush... was writing fanfic about you and him?
“H-Hugo, you sick bastard!” You swatted him on the shoulder, sighing in relief yet still nervous in the aftermath. “I was about to cry that you’ll make fun of me for the rest of my life!”
It was cruel to play with your heart like that!
“Hey... I thought the same about writing it,” he confessed sheepishly, finger on your hand trailing light patterns.
“Really?” You looked up at him, and he blushed (not that you were any better, trembling and stuttering like that).
He nodded. “I didn’t know you were into... fanfiction in the first place.” He trailed off, “So, as my apology, I want you to add a little bit of touch to my work…”
And now was the time to pull his trick.
With newfound confidence, Vivien seized you by your waist until your bodies were pressed flush against each other, until you could feel every muscle of his wide frame. His other hand, once resting over yours, sensually and slowly trailed a path up your arm to cup your face with newfound confidence, making sure to leave shivers. All at his mercy, flustered, not knowing where to put your fidgety hands, and probably lightheaded—gladly, he’d hold and support you till you’re a numb sack, overflowing with feelings. He tilted your head, forced your gazes to meet, and whispered in your ear, voice dropping an octave,
“So tell me, please, are you submissive, mon chou?”
phew I'm tired and I have exam tomorrow in the early morning but now it's like middle of the night and I haven't even taken shower wish me luckkkkk
